It ends before it begins's
Our story finishes mid page with no warning
Like a thief in the night
Stealing hearts is what kept her alive
But a story not finished isn't a story worth telling
So never-mind my well being
For lonely minds are left to dwell under the shade of mankind
And beware who you approach for man is not kind
In a world full of Devils that turn a blind eye
How could we possibly have peace of mind
With all the pain and destruction we left behind
I can see why we don't see eye to eye
And why she kisses with no mercy
One so fatal it can end your journey
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Your Lie in April
Poetry'Your Lie in April' is the third collection of mine; some lines only I and the person intended would understand that being said everything's up for interpretation it can mean something totally different to you and the next person reading which is we...
